Chapter 500:


    Whether he still loved Freya or regretted the choices that had pulled them apart, if she genuinely didn’t want him around anymore, then he had no right to impose.


    Freya stared at his message for what felt like an eternity before finally typing a single “Okay” in response.


    Seeing her reply hit him with a surge of feelings he couldn’t quite name.


    Sometimes, he even questioned whether she had ever loved him at all. If she had, why had she remained so perfectlyposed since the divorce, so untouched by sorrow?


    It was as if none of it had ever mattered to her in the first ce. Over the following two days, Kristian kept sending flowers. And each time, Freya calmly told her assistant to toss them out.


    Ashley had mentioned to that man that Kristian was chasing after Freya again, but she’d left out the part where Freya might still feel something for him. Freya saw no reason to ept the flowers.


    Three days slipped by before she even noticed.


    The day of the event her grandfather had insisted she attend had finally arrived.


    She made no effort to m herself up—just wore her usual, effortless outfit. Her hair flowed freely down her back, revealing her smooth, luminous forehead.


    The gathering was set to begin at four. After wrapping up her work, Freya stepped into the car her grandfather had arranged,plete with a personal driver to ensure she wouldn’t skip out.


    When she arrived, her entrance barely registered with anyone.


    The ce was filled with music, drinks, andughter.


    She scanned the room with a quick, quiet nce—roughly a dozen guests, men and women alike, were chatting in cozy clusters, clearly enjoying themselves.


    She found the most inconspicuous spot she could and slipped into a seat, steeling herself for what promised to be a long, exhausting evening.


    But what she hadn’t expected was for Vivien to show up.


    She had barely settled in when Vivien’s overly sweet and slightly shrill voice cut through the room, instantly turning heads.


    “Freya! There you are! I’ve been looking everywhere for you!”


    Freya slowly opened her eyes to see Vivien standing in front of her, dressed to the nines in a sleek gown, her makeup meticulously done.


    “Come on, let’s go over there.” Vivien reached for her arm, eyes gleaming with something a little too sly. “Grandpa arranged some introductions for you. They’re waiting.”


    “Let go.” Freya’s eyes dropped to the hand wrapped around her arm.


    Vivien froze for half a second, catching sight of the curious stares beginning to gather. Quickly, she shifted her tone to one of innocent concern.


    “I just figured you might be bored all alone over here, so I thought I’d bring you over. I didn’t mean anything by it.”


    “Who’s that? Don’t think I’ve seen her before.”


    “Did she just show up uninvited?”


    “Vivien, do you know her?”


    The whispers in the room were getting louder.


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